, nostalgia But there are no features Look at ourselves through a porthole The passage of time See that sunny day that we snuck out, hid under the bleachers Kissed as the band marched
Come all you gallant heroes, And along with me combined I'll sing a song, it won't take long, Of the Fighting Sixty Ninth They're a band of men brave,
saying And when I traded a smoke for a food stamp dollar A ridiculous marching band started playing And got me singing along with some half-hearted victory song
everyone to see And the broken hearts parade and I putting my heart out on display there's no, masquerade, just a funeral march for love today the band strikes up and they're playing our song
Nobody likes you!] [written and sung by Mike Dirnt] I fell asleep while watching spike TV After 10 cups of coffee And you're still not here Dreaming of a song
When I was a young boy, My father took me into the city To see a marching band. He said, "Son when you grow up, would you be the savior of the broken
Hell yes! Music makes the world go 'round Where it goes (where it goes) Ya' just don't know (ya' just don't know) My heart is like a marching band
Hell yes! [CHORUS:] Music make the world go round Where it goes (where it goes) Ya' just don't know (ya just don't know) My heart is like a marching band
something dreamy You will see me march away from everyone And when I tango All the gang go Off the floor, to watch the fun Now, there must be a million Other songs
the grind Other brothers ain't motivated they can't do it Not only the opposite train it I ran through it My music comes on and we march at the dance
tell the local bands down at the bar that he's The Critic. Yea, I can hook you up, I know everybody, in the business. He flunked junior high band he couldn't march
Cold autumn rain, fields new-plowed A sludgy bane, far from home The time has come, our troops march on A silent hum, a cheerful song Den snoiga nord
clouds will soon move in again You can't expect to always win You've got to take it as it comes The marching bands and beating drums Play familiar songs
dates o Asia o Canada o United States o Australia o Europe o UK * The Band o Band
I know this song, it ain't never gonna end Gonna march you up and down along the county line Take you to the leader of the band Just like Crazy Otto
No hungry mouths to feed From a distance we are instruments Marching in a common band Playing songs of hope, playing songs of peace They're the songs
